One of the attractions of golf is the talking points it generates. A Saturday four-ball will normally have something of interest to discuss in the bar: a brilliant or laughably terrible shot; an outrageous piece of good fortune; or perhaps something out of the ordinary. On Captain’s day at Davenport GC (Poynton, Cheshire) we witnessed something very unusual.
We were relaxing after our round under some awnings, next to an outdoor bar and barbecue serving hot dogs. This hospitality area was about 70 yards from the 1st tee at virtually 90 degrees to the target line. Nevertheless, one member managed to hit his tee shot into the awnings. After a ricochet, his ball came to rest in a box of uncooked sausages!
After we’d recovered from the neardeath experience, there followed some entertaining discussions about the correct ruling. This included whether he could clean the ball, given the risk of listeria/salmonella on uncooked meat. Parallels were drawn with Harry Bradshaw’s “ball in a broken beer bottle” at The Open in 1949.
I felt moved to write a poem about this freak event, entitled Bangers & Mashie Niblick. In the unlikely event that Golf Monthly starts a ‘Poet’s Corner’, I’ll send it in! Chris Pollard, via email